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Posted by on August 30, 2012 in Worth a Thousand Words

 

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Play the Game

Okay. I admit I must be a failure. I must be playing the game ALL wrong.

My 7YO refuses to take a bath. I insist, telling her, “The other kids at school are gonna call you ‘Stinky’. You don’t want that, do you?” Doesn’t budge. I tell her, “You have to keep your body clean, to be healthy. You don’t want to be sick just because you didn’t bathe, right?” Nothing. I get more firm. “You have to take a bath. Mama bathes. Daddy bathes. Nana bathes. Mimi bathes. It’s what we do. We may not want to… but we have to. Now, get in the tub.” Tears start. (Hers, not mine.)

By this point, I’m angry.

Here’s a beautiful bathtub filled with just-right-temperature water complete with bubbles and toys and she refuses to get in. Refuses to take her clothes off. What do I do?

I call in Daddy.

He tries the same techniques, then HE gets angry, too.

What’s left? Giving her choices. It’s all the Parenting Rage to give them CHOICES, right? So, Daddy says, “You’re taking a bath. You may choose to get in yourself, or I will help you. Your choice.”

She continues to refuse. She continues to cry.

When I finally ask her why she doesn’t want to take a bath, she replies, “I don’t want to get wet.”

I’m flabbergasted.

We threaten with this: No bath. No birthday party. (There’s one on the horizon she really wants to attend.)

Nada. Just more tears.

Suddenly, out of nowhere we hear a small voice: “I wanna get in!”

It’s little brother. He wants to play in the bath. I say, “Okay, honey, jump in!”

Within seconds BOTH kids are naked, in the bath, having a blast.

I am exhausted and it’s morning. I just woke up.

I call my daughter My Dream Come True. Today, well, I guess I’ve still so much to be thankful for: She’s bright, creative, funny and has a big heart (especially for animals). This will of hers might come in handy some day. I hope she’s this stubborn when some idiot offers her drugs or asks her to marry him at age 16.

Sheesh!

 
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Posted by on August 30, 2012 in Kids Do

 

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Ode to Field Peas

{ESQUIRE Magazine has an annual short, short fiction contest. This year, in honor of the magazine’s 79th Anniversary, entries were limited to 79 words. Yes. Only 79 words to tell a story. Here is the first runner-up of the ones I wrote and rejected. It’s about my maternal grandmother. I miss her… And her field peas and rolls and hugs and stories and love… }

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Bumping down the gravel road, a two-story dust plume at the rear, we soon pulled into Grandmother’s shady driveway. I could almost taste the field peas she knew were my favorite, simmering on the stove. There’d be hugs, kisses and “y’all look so goods”. Then we’d eat. And eat. I had no idea they’d ever struggled or were poor or that three of her boys had died as babies. All I knew was love. Here we were loved.

 
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Posted by on August 29, 2012 in Just Because

 

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Hello world!

You asked for it…

Here’s a place to read what Mama writes.

It may be rambling, it may be funny, it may be a little morose.

But, you can bet on one thing – it’ll be REAL.

I will try not to bore you with stuff my kids do/say/create, but you must know they are the center of my little universe so they tend to inspire me… daily.

Check in every now and again. Follow me, if you like.

Either way, it’s okay.

 

Thanks,

Lela

 
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Posted by on August 29, 2012 in Just Because

 
 
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